The Official’s Suicide

Ushering Fan Sizhe out of the bookshop, Fan Xian had a sudden thought. He turned and spoke sincerely with Ye the shopkeeper. "Could you deal with the things we've talked about the past few days? I don't want too many people to know."

Although Shopkeeper Ye did not understand why his young boss was interested in the people who had plundered Qingyu Hall, he nodded in response. Those seventeen shopkeepers had long gotten used to life in the capital, following the orders of the princes' estates; although they had no way of doing their own business, they lived lives of riches and honor.

"Deal with what?" asked Fan Sizhe curiously.

"Do you know what Qingyu Hall is?

"Of course I do." This shopkeeper Ye was the one that Fan Sizhe had spent a large sum of money on to invite back. Of course he knew. "This is a shopkeeper from the former Ye family. I can go into business and have a team of capable people under me. It’ll be better."